Chapter 2

The next morning was bright and crisp. Amelia Hart sat at the small dining table with her younger sister, Succy, finishing breakfast. Today was Amelia’s first day as the secretary at Vanguard Global Enterprises, and nerves and excitement battled within her.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Succy got up and opened the door to see a delivery man holding a parcel.

"Good morning, Succy," he greeted.

"Good morning, ma’am. Are you Amelia Hart?" the man asked politely.

"I am," Amelia called from the living room, walking over.

The delivery man handed her a parcel. "This is from Vanguard Global Enterprises. Please sign here."

Amelia signed, thanked him, and took the parcel inside. Succy returned to the table while Amelia unwrapped her new uniform: a blue skirt and a semi-transparent white blouse. Amelia frowned. Seriously? This is too revealing. I’m wearing my own skirt and shirt.

After a quick hug, the sisters parted ways, each heading to work.

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Vanguard Global Enterprises

Amelia arrived at the skyscraper, trying not to think about Adrian Flores, the infamously demanding CEO. Taking the elevator to the 14th floor, she stepped out into the executive wing.

Her eyes widened. Almost all the female executives wore outfits that left little to the imagination—short skirts, sheer blouses, and more. Amelia felt out of place but refused to let it intimidate her.

One of the female executives led Amelia to her office. No sooner had she settled in than the office phone rang. Adrian’s voice boomed through the receiver:

"I need my coffee now. Don’t keep me waiting!"

What coffee? Hello? Amelia muttered, frustrated. But the line went dead.

Amelia groaned. Where on earth am I supposed to find coffee?

Meanwhile, in his office, Adrian watched her via CCTV, smirking at the challenge he had set.

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The Coffee Ordeal

Amelia searched the office for a coffee machine. Most workers ignored her until a kind young man, Ed Valdez, stepped in. At 27, Ed was cute, helpful, and generous. He showed her the coffee machine and offered to guide her around the office. Amelia appreciated his kindness.

Armed with the coffee, she walked to Adrian’s office and entered without knocking. Her stomach twisted—she hated seeing him, and now had to serve him.

She handed him the first cup. Adrian took a sip and spat it out across the desk, missing her by inches.

"What is this? Terrible!" he barked.

Amelia’s face flamed. "It’s the coffee you asked for, sir!"

"You call this my coffee? Wrong temperature, wrong strength, wrong everything!"

"I’m not a magician, sir!" she snapped, storming out.

One cup, two cups, ten cups later, Amelia had been humiliated, stressed, and pushed to her limits. Finally, in a fit of frustration, she dumped the tenth cup directly on Adrian’s expensive white shirt.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Adrian bellowed, furious.

"It—it was an accident, sir!" Amelia stammered, trying to wipe it up.

"Get out!" he roared. Amelia left, smiling inwardly at her small revenge.

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Files and Frustration

Back in her office, Amelia explored her workspace, appreciating the city view. The phone rang again. Adrian’s harsh command echoed:

"To my office. Now."

Amelia muttered under her breath, storming over. For the next forty-five minutes, she stood silently while Adrian barely glanced at her. Then he barked orders:

"Scan and clip all these files before 6 PM. If you fail, I’ll find a replacement."

Amelia clenched her jaw. I’ll finish them. Just watch.

Hours passed as she scanned and clipped, sweat dripping from her brow. Finally, lunchtime arrived. Adrian summoned her to the private executive canteen, where other female employees flirted shamelessly with him. Amelia rolled her eyes as Anna, one of his favorites, tried to feed Adrian herself—but he waved her away.

"Feed me, Adrian," he ordered, his smirk daring her to defy him.

Amelia hesitated, shocked. Feed you?

"Now. Or you’re fired."

Grudgingly, Amelia spooned muffins into his mouth. She decided to give him a tiny scare, forcing a bite too quickly, causing him to choke. Amelia froze as he gasped for water. One of the female employees finally brought him a drink, and he glared at Amelia, furious—but remembered his grandfather’s command not to fire her.

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Back to Work

Amelia returned to her office, guilt and frustration swirling inside her. She pushed through the remaining files, finishing the task despite exhaustion. Before leaving for the day, she carried the baskets to Adrian’s office—only to find him in a compromising moment with Anna. Amelia had seen worse by now and placed the files down silently before leaving.

That evening, at home, she and Succy shared dinner and talked through the chaos of the day. Amelia recounted every frustrating, absurd, and infuriating moment. Succy simply laughed, unsurprised by her sister’s ability to handle anything.

Amelia leaned back, exhausted but exhilarated. Tomorrow, it’s going to be even crazier. I just know it.